Shame on Blue lyrics

[Mashup of:
Brooklyn Zoo by Ol' Dirty bast*rd
From Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version
And
Blueprint by Fugazi
From Repeater + 3 songs]

[Intro]
Ain’t no–none of them n*ggas can’t f*ck with me
What? n*gga you could never f*ck with me, my n*gga
I’ll f*ck you up right now! What?! What?! What?!
Bust your motherf*cking ass boy!
I ain't no motherf*cking joke, you know who you talking to?
Ol' Dirty bast*rd, you know what I’m sayin'?
I f*ck you up right now
Yeah! What?! What?! What?!

[Verse 1]
I'm the one-man army, Ason
I never been tooken out
I keep MCs looking out
I drop science like girls be dropping babies
Enough to make a n*gga go crazy
In the G-Building, taking all types of medicines
Your ass thought you were better than
Ason, I keep planets in orbit
While I be coming with deeper and more sh*t
Enough to make you break and shake your ass
As I create rhymes good as a Tastykake makes
This style, I'm mastered in
n*ggas catching headaches
What? What? You need Aspirin?
This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol
f*ck around, get sprayed with Lysol
In your face like a can of mace, baby
Is it burning? Well, f*ck it, now you're learning
How I don't even like your motherf*cking profile
Give me my f*cking sh*t: CH-CH-BLAOW!
Not seen and heard, no-one knows
You forget: n*ggas be quiet as death
Now you know nothing
Before you knew a whole f*cking lot
Your ass don't wanna get shot
A lot of MCs came to my showdown
And watched me put your f*cking ass low down
As you can go, below zero
Without a doubt I never been tooken out
By a n*gga, who couldn't figure
Yo by a n*gga, who couldn't figure
Yo by a n*gga, who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo)
How to pull a f*cking gun trigger
I said "Get the f*ck outta here!"
[Chorus by Guy Picciotto]
I'm not playing
I'm not playing
I'm not playing with you, yeah!

[Verse 2]
n*gga wanna get too close, to the utmost
But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host
Introducing - yo f*ck that n*gga's name
My Hip Hop drops on your head like rain
And when it rains it pours, cause my rhymes hardcore
That's why I give you more of the raw
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I'll be burning, burning hot
Whoa-hoa-hoa! Let me like slow up with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know
I'm homicidal when you enter the target
n*gga get up, act like a pig trying to hog sh*t
So I take yo ass out quick
The mics, I've had it my n*gga, you can suck my di*k
If you wanna step to my motherf*cking rep
CH-CH-BLOAW! BLOAW! BLOAW! Blown to death

[Chorus by Guy Picciotto]
I'm not playing
I'm not playing
I'm not playing with you, yeah!
[Hook]
You got shot cause you knock knock knock
"Who's there?" Another motherf*cking hardrock

Shame on you, when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty bast*rd, Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on you, when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty bast*rd, Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on you, when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty bast*rd, Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on you, when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty bast*rd, Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on you, when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty bast*rd, Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on you, when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty bast*rd, Brooklyn Zoo!